To prune or not to prune?
ears ago, soon after we moved to our present house and shortly after I’d started my family history in earnest, I planted a rose against an old garden wall, because I liked its name: The Rambling Rector. It was beautiful. But boy, in the rich loam of our old/new garden, did that rector ramble. It rambled so much that it started to shut out the sunlight. It grew taller than the apple tree it
